Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kuwait and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing F. McDonald to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Joyce Sims,
F. McDonald,
KRS-One,
R.M.O.,
Audionom,
Mad Mike,
Deadbeat,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
Grey Daturas,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Trojans,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pretty Things,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
The Associates,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500,
The Blackbyrds,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ten City,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye,
Suicide,
Circle Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fela Kuti,
Spoonie Gee,
John Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deepchord,
Cymande,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cluster,
Das Ding,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun City Girls,
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.